Chapter 599
Chapter 599
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 599
Chapter Title: Fragrance of Spring
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Lying in bed, the dilemma over Alraune's name swirled fiercely through my mind. What the hell should I name her? This was on a whole different level from naming a dog or a cat.
Alraune was a sentient being.
I couldn't just slap a nickname on her like it was a joke. Names might seem trivial, but once given, they stick around for a long time.
People even come to see themselves by that name.
If I kept calling her Alraune like this, she might actually become Alraune for real someday. To prevent that disaster, I had to choose a good name. For the order and peace of society.
"..."
Fuck, what should I call her?
For some reason, only ridiculous names like Aladdin, Al-Qaeda, Alibaba, Albatross, or Alchika came to mind. No, those aren't even names, damn it.
—Then let's go back to basics.
This was the first time since coming to this world that I'd become someone's guardian. So, it made sense to follow the ways of Fusion Confucianism.
First off, the surname is Kim.
"Good."
I'll give her a Korean name. Something Korean but with an exotic feel that's easy to call.
I left my sleeping wives behind and headed downstairs to the first floor.
"...Father?"
"You're up?"
"Yes."
Alraune rubbed her eyes as she woke and sat down demurely.
I sat across from her. It was still early dawn, but my mind was clear. Even though I'd slept less than two hours, my body brimmed with energy. Probably because I'd released satisfactorily for once.
"Hee hee hee, you're down early today."
Alraune lit the lamp and smiled as she spoke.
"Yeah, tell me about it."
She seemed pleased that I'd come down early. With how much she liked me, I couldn't give her a weird name. It'd be like stabbing a trusted ally in the back.
Anyway, I stared at Alraune in her black lingerie underwear and opened my mouth.
"...From now on, you're not Alraune anymore."
"Pardon?"
Alraune tilted her head at my words.
"You know Alraune is just a term for a monster, right?"
"...Yes. You told me."
Alraune had no memories from her time as a monster. Her recollections were only vague, fragmented ones from when she was planted in the flowerpot.
Naturally, she had no sense of being a monster and didn't think of herself as the Queen of Flowers, Alraune.
And since she was newborn, she absorbed information quickly. If I kept calling her Alraune during this critical period, the idea that her identity equaled Alraune would firmly root in her mind.
She'd develop the ego of a monster.
Having chosen the path of Fusion Confucianism and taken responsibility for Alraune, I absolutely could not let that happen.
"So, I can't keep calling you like a monster. That's why I'm giving you a name."
"A name...?"
"Yeah, a name. Everyone has one. You're someone I have to take responsibility for... so I have to name you myself."
"Father... yourself?"
Was she unhappy with it?
Most people have a strong aversion to name changes.
That's how important names are.
"Name, name..."
Alraune murmured the word for a moment, then smiled brightly at me.
"Yes. Whatever Father names me, I'll love it."
"Anything's fine?"
"If it's from Father."
—I don't want it from anyone else.
That's somehow the vibe she was giving.
"Alright, since I'm naming you myself, relax. I've been thinking about it, but nothing really clicks."
"You've been thinking about me?"
Alraune touched her index finger to her lips as she said that.
"Yeah."
"Hee hee hee, I'm happy."
"About what?"
"That you thought of me."
"Tch."
"Father. Can I come over there?"
"...Come."
Alraune set aside the blanket around her, stood, and approached me lightly on her toes. She naturally snuggled into my arms. Both of us were in our underwear, so skin met skin, her hot body heat transferring over.
"Hee hee, Father. You smell nice."
"What scent?"
"Hmm?"
Anyway, as I stroked Alraune's back, I organized my thoughts on the name.
First, since she was the Queen of Flowers Alraune, a flower name seemed fitting, so I'd considered a few like Rose or Lily.
They mean rose and lily, respectively.
The sounds were pretty and seemed to suit her, but bizarrely, prefixing them with Kim turned them into utter garbage names. A serious penalty.
Kimrose, Kimlily.
This wasn't a joke—what kind of parent names their kid that? Of course, Alraune wasn't my biological child.
So.
I settled on Kim Ari.
With the surname Kim, incorporating her 'ㅇ' and 'ㄹ' sounds as essentials, Ari felt right.
"From now on, you're Kim Ari."
"...Kim Ari?"
Ari, who had been rubbing her face against my neck, looked up at me.
"I'll call you Ari, so memorize it."
"Ari, Ari... Yes. I'll do that."
Ari repeated the name for a bit and smiled as she replied. She didn't seem displeased or dissatisfied. She accepted it quickly.
"Like it?"
"Yes. I like it. Really."
She answered with a smile, but was she truly happy?
"Because it's from Father."
"No, not because I gave it—do you just like it? This is your only chance to change it."
"I like it."
Well, if she likes it, fine.
She seems pleased.
"Then, Ari."
"Yes."
"Fusion Confucianism education time."
"Got it."
"Now that you have a new name, you should have new, proper thoughts to match. Understand?"
Anyway, Fusion Confucianism education.
I had a duty to raise Ari normally.
"Yes. New and proper thoughts? I'll follow whatever Father says."
"Great attitude. Let's start with today's lesson. Come down and sit."
"...Can't I stay like this? I'll listen well."
Ari clung tightly, unwilling to leave my side. Spoiling her was fine, but during education, restraint was needed.
"Not during education time."
"...Yes."
Ari spoke in a sad tone, then climbed off me and sat on the opposite sofa.
"Alright, today's lesson begins."
Now, education starts.
"Always be courteous to others. No need to react aggressively unless they show malice toward you."
Respecting others was basic of basics. Of course, if they didn't respect me, I didn't have to either.
That was the core of Fusion Confucianism.
"No aggressive reaction unless they show malice, right?"
"Yeah. Just do that."
Ari looked puzzled as she repeated it.
"But didn't Father get mad at me a lot at first?"
No, you were a monster then.
"That was... fuck, sorry."
Back then, I couldn't trust Alraune, and reacting aggressively to a monster in front of me was natural. Turning a flower meant for elixirs into a person pissed me off too.
But now she was Ari, not Alraune.
"That was my mistake. Sorry. You have to apologize for wrongs."
Treating her like a monster and yelling was my fault.
"Ah, no. I didn't mean to make Father apologize. It was just a question about what you taught... Sorry. You're not mad, right?"
After my apology, Ari flailed her hands, flustered.
"Not mad. It was my fault. Anyway, your speech has improved."
"...Yeah."
"Forget the past. You're reborn today."
"Hee hee hee, yes. I'll do that. From today, can I think of myself as Father's exclusive Ari?"
"Yeah. Do that."
I continued Ari's Fusion Confucianism education like that.
"Don't trust others too much. Unless they're family or friends, people can't be trusted. The moment you fall for it, you could die without bullshit excuses."
Step outside the city, and it's bandits and monsters everywhere. That's just fact, so education had to be like this.
"Yes. I'll remember. I won't trust anyone but Father."
"You can trust my wives too."
Ari nodded.
Well, I didn't plan long sessions. No point. Just brief daily lessons on key points, ensuring understanding.
I focused on basic morals and ethics based on Fusion Confucianism.
Giving examples from situations, explaining right actions. Based on my experiences.
Ari nodded, saying she understood. She was smart; grasped everything quickly.
"But Father."
After about 30 minutes of short education, Ari called me. Something curious, probably.
"What."
"Father always sleeps on the second-floor bed with the others, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why can't I? I'm curious."
Ari, with an adult body, started whining.
"I want to sleep with Father too."
"Well, the second-floor bed is my space with my wives. It's set that way. Sorry, our Ari can't."
I got wanting to whine and sleep together, but the second-floor bedroom was just for me and my wives. Ari couldn't enter. Parents and kids have separate rooms anyway.
"Why not? Can't I join?"
"I'll tell you the reason when you're older. Just know it's no."
"...Yes."
Ari replied unenthusiastically.
She was dissatisfied but wouldn't defy me.
"And Father."
"Hm? What's left?"
She's chatty today.
"When I think of Father... here, here hurts. Why is that...?"
"No, Ari?"
Ari blushed, rubbed her thighs together, slipped her hand between them, and slowly rubbed.
How the hell was I supposed to take this?
"Haa... haa... It's hot... and itchy...!"
Of course, seeing Ari aroused and viewing me sexually wasn't new. I'd stopped her attempts a few times, educating verbally.
But asking so blatantly was first.
"Every time I think of Father, I want to... stick my fingers in and stir...! Hyah...!"
She even shoved her hand into her panties, twisted her hips, and let out moans. Masturbating without knowing what it was.
Simply overflowing with sexual desire.
Just lacked knowledge.
"Ari... You're doing that because you don't know what it is, but normally, that's something you do alone or only show your most precious person."
"...Father is my most precious person."
"Fuck, I worded it wrong."
Anyway, she needed some sex ed, but how?
First, stop the masturbation.
"Hey, take your hand out. Stay still."
"Haa... Yes."
Ari obeyed, removed her hand, but kept rubbing her thighs, face red.
"...Haa, Father."
"What."
"When Father sprays white stuff on me, it feels good for you, right...? Am I like Father? Does Father feel what I'm feeling now?"
Smartass.
"Sort of, but anyway, Ari. Touching yourself there... you shouldn't show others. Do it alone."
"Alone...? But I want Father to watch."
Crazy exhibitionist.
"No. Just... do it secretly when no one's around, or hold back."
"You mean don't do it?"
Even with desire, forbidding it outright was wrong. Imperfect metaphor aside, Ari's body was that of a fully elastic adult woman.
"Then... what do I do when it hurts here? Rubbing alone doesn't feel enough. I want Father to help."
How does she speak so coherently...!
"No, I'm not saying don't, but if you do, secretly. That's what I mean. What you're doing is handling sexual desire alone."
"Sexual desire...? So this feeling is sexual desire?"
"Right."
Time for sex ed.
"Sexual desire... Got it. What I feel looking at Father. It's love and sexual desire, huh? Hee hee hee."
"Fuck...! Help me, anyone!"